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Putting the receiver back with sadness, Lu Fang didn't know anything about it, and didn't look at the fiery look of the man opposite him. He picked up the letter and parcel on the corner of the table and left.

Zhou Jingni stopped him and asked expressionlessly: "Do you think the teacher is innocent?"

The voice sounded a bit cold, and the already cooler weather suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Hey! Comrade Lao Zhou, for Lao Sepi, when you ask this question, it is already very simple.

But he was murmuring in his heart that he didn't dare to take advantage of her. Nowadays, he felt more and more that this woman was old-fashioned and not so easy to get along with.

This is back to Zhou Bapi's identity again. I really miss that Teacher Zhou who could pluck wool. Damn it, a woman's face is like the sky in June, capricious. It will change at any time. It will be fine for one day, and then it will be gone. Risked.

In order to answer the bastard's words, Lu An chose to compromise and offered flattery:

"Hey! Just like this, with this temperament, Comrade Zhou has me under control."

Zhou Jingni gave him a cold look, didn't hold on, and asked: "Tomorrow is the midterm exam, how are you doing?"

Oops, this damn exam is here again.

Lu An really had a headache and didn't dare to say anything, so he could only say vaguely: "I feel okay, this time it will definitely improve steadily."

After hearing the steady improvement, Zhou Jingni asked another matter: "What are your plans for this monthly holiday?"

Lu An followed her wishes and said, "I have no plans to go back. I plan to study here with peace of mind."

Zhou Jingni nodded: "Zhou Kun has something to do with you, so he may go to Guifei Lane on the weekend."

Luan tried to ask: "What does he want from me?"

Zhou Jingni didn't answer. She lowered her head and continued preparing lessons. She waved her hand to signal him to get out.

Yes, this bitch is so big-hearted and still angry.

Lu An mentally cursed that bastard Lu Xueping and returned to the classroom.

Open the envelope.

Sure enough, it was a postcard. I looked at the front and back carefully and found that there was no writing on it.

However, the pattern on the postcard is somewhat nice, it is a field of blooming roses.

As expected, the mail package contained a set of thick Huanggang secret scrolls on mathematics. This thing is difficult to buy in Baoqing nowadays, and I didn't know about this girl.

Well...just think of her as a girl, after all, men themselves don't catch a cold.

I was thinking to myself, I wonder how this girl got it?

But not to mention, in this era when review materials are relatively scarce, this thing is quite easy to use, and your grades improve quickly.

The exam schedule came out, and as expected, he was squeezed into exam room 12. His grandma was a bitch, and she was bullied by a dog.

But fortunately, he had a good feel for it, and it was much smoother than last time. His Chinese and English were as good as ever.

Not much to say about politics, history, geography, there are always scores above 80.

As for mathematics, which is always difficult, he estimated the score. It was between 95 and 100 points. He couldn't get more, and he wouldn't be willing to get less.

When I walked out of the examination room refreshed, I met a boy with a twisted face and asked deliberately: "Are you Lu An? Why do you end up in this examination room?"

I am your uncle! I wish you find a second marriage in your life.

Pooh! No matter what your level, you deserve to be in the same examination room as me.

When Lu An left, a girl next to him was curious: "Liu Zheng, do you have any grudges? Why are you ridiculing others like this?"

Liu Zheng frowned and curled his lips.

At this time, another boy gloated and said, "Liu Zheng has a crush on Wu Yu, but Wu Yu always praises Lu An for her good looks."

The girl raised her head and oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

The boy asked: "How do you know?"

The girl pointed to her nose and said, "Don't forget, she and I are in the same dormitory."

the other side.

Zhou Kun waited patiently for a month, and the registered letter sent to the Shanghai Stock Exchange was like a stone sinking into the sea without a splash.

This made him very difficult.

This made him miserable.

He is a person who cherishes his talents and has feelings for his family and country.

Ever since I was completely impressed by Lu An's superb painting skills last time, I always wanted to push him to a bigger stage, and I always wanted this dusty pearl to shine as it should.

During this month, didn't he think deeply about how Lu An knew how to paint?

I even asked someone to inquire about it, but the information I got was basically consistent with what my cousin told me. Her family was poor. The only connection is that Grandpa Lu An was once a relatively famous painter in Hubei Province, but he was born at the wrong time and passed away very early.

After thinking about it, Zhou Kun couldn't find any clues and finally attributed it all to the other party's talent, his innate talent.

God is giving Luan food.

Of course, the reason why Zhou Kun was so concerned about Lu An's affairs was not only because he loved talents, but also because he wanted to take this opportunity to reconnect with his schoolmate.

We even met each other to relieve the pain of lovesickness over the years.

That was the person who had amazed him for half his life. Every time he thought of the scene when he first met his schoolgirl, he fell into darkness and couldn't extricate himself.

"Why are you here? Lu An has finished his exams and is on vacation. You should go to Royal Concubine Lane to find him."

Zhou Jingni, who was grading papers, said this when she saw her cousin appearing in front of her.

Zhou Kun was afraid of affecting other marking teachers next to him, so he whispered: "I'm here to find you."

Hearing this, Zhou Jingni put down her pen, left the Chinese teaching and research group, and asked, "What do you want from me?"

Zhou Kun said: "I need a copy of the photos you took of Lu An and the oil painting last time."

Zhou Jingni was curious: "What do you want this for?"

Zhou Kun said: "It's somewhat useful."

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, Zhou Jingni didn't bother to ask any more questions. She went into the office and told other teachers that she had something to go home, and then left.

The No. 1 Middle School was very close to the Education Bureau Family Home, and Santana parked downstairs in less than ten minutes.

After finding all the developed photos, Zhou Jingni handed them to him and said, "Here they are, you can pick them yourself."

Zhou Kun couldn't wait to take the photos, carefully selected the best ones and put them in his bag.

On the way back, Zhou Jingni asked: "What are you doing with Lu An this time?"

Zhou Kun said while driving: "You know, I built an art cave in the suburbs. I like to stay there when I have nothing to do. This time I want to ask Lu An to paint two paintings for me and hang them in it. The treasure of the town house.”

Zhou Jingni looked at him for a while and unceremoniously revealed his little idea: "You want to show off to those friends who are traveling with you, right?"

Zhou Kun smiled awkwardly and acquiesced.

Zhou Jingni asked: "You are so optimistic about his paintings, how much do you plan to pay for them?"

Zhou Kun didn't hide anything: "The base price is 10,000 yuan for each painting, and I will add more if I'm satisfied."

One painting costs 10,000 yuan, and two paintings cost 20,000 yuan. Zhou Jingni suddenly lost her temper when she thought about her monthly salary of more than 200 yuan.

After a long while, he spoke again: "You paid such a high price to buy it, aren't you afraid of losing money?"

Zhou Kun grinned: "You don't understand this. As long as Lu An becomes famous in the future, I will make a lot of money from the 20,000 yuan."

Zhou Jingni asked: "What if Lu An doesn't become famous?"

Zhou Kun shook his head: "If it were an ordinary painter, I wouldn't dare to bet, but Lu An has the skills to establish a sect. Sooner or later, he will eventually be recognized."

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